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Musing: 64. In your eyes along the streets can I see

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64. In your eyes along the streets can I see
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“64. In your eyes along the streets can I see” in “Musing”

64.

In your eyes along the streets can I see

The history of the place, the spirit

In the rain between Notre Dame

And the Sorbonne? I have no idea

Whether my grandfather came to this spot

When he lived here from 1888

To 1894. I never met him.

I’m vague about those of us who fled to England

And America, or the Normans who left

Long before. Is it luxury, homage

Or foolishness to imagine the past

In the eyes I meet? The rain has made us

Sodden. What would Héloïse and Abelard

Make of the students by the Hôtel Dieu?

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